Chapter 87: How to Make a Woman Happy
Damn, just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you should throw money around recklessly like this! Di Mingchen glared at him unhappily.
Di Mingjue gave Di Mingchen a cold look, without even the slightest hint of generosity in his eyes. You just asked me to play mahjong, you best not be telling me to place bets of measly tens and twenties!
Di Mingzhe seemed pretty nonchalant, showing no signs of being perturbed by the situation.
As soon as the ambassador from C Country overheard this, his eyes nearly popped out. Di Mingzhe is the Vice President and Di Mingchen is the Military and Political Commander with regular salaries. Obviously, Di Mingjue is the golden goose here.
The ambassador from C Country thought that Di Mingzhe purposely offered up this golden goose for him to slaughter, given their plan to cooperate in the near future.
Hence, he was absolutely thrilled. Eyes sparkling with greed, he nods hurriedly and said in broken Chinese, "Alright, alright, alright!"
Though all these men hold political positions, who wouldn’t have their ulterior motives? A minimum bet of one million hardly amounted to anything noteworthy.
Gu Mian, Gu Qibao’s elder sister who also happened to be Di Mingzhe’s secretary, was taken aback while peeling an apple. Di Mingjue certainly knows how to assert dominance.
Nearby, a tall woman was seated next to Gu Jin, also adjacent to the ambassador from C Country. She was Serina, the ambassador’s daughter.
Having overheard Di Mingjue’s proposal, Serina glanced at him and then coquettishly laughed. She then whispered something in her native language to the ambassador from C Country, who burst out laughing.
Di Mingjue’s expression turned frosty. Did they think he wouldn’t understand? His reputation as a financial genius was not for nothing. The audacious woman had just told the ambassador, "Daddy, let’s make full use of this golden goose. I just found a set of jewels I fancy."
He gave a cold huff, looking up at Di Mingzhe and said, "No upper limit, okay? It’s not fun when there is one."
Di Mingzhe chuckled, "As you wish."
Then Di Mingzhe turned towards the ambassador from C Country, "Do you have any objections, Mr. Robin?"
Mr. Robin was taken aback, but it wasn’t a good time to protest and lose face, now was it?
So, he nodded, "Sure."
From the side, Gu Mian couldn’t help but giggle. Di Mingjue’s mahjong skills were not to be underestimated. No ordinary person could survive ten rounds against him. The ambassador from C Country was definitely in for a rough time.
The game began. Di Mingjue maintained a poker face, quite arrogantly so, which made the ambassador from C Country break out in a cold sweat.
Everybody knew of Di Mingjue. Rumor had it that he had so much money he lost count, his wealth amounting to just numbers in fluctuation.
Seeing his overconfident expression, the ambassador from C Country started to feel somewhat panic-stricken, though he didn’t let it show.
Di Mingjue intentionally threw the first few rounds, allowing the ambassador from C Country to win close to a billion within a short period of time.
The ambassador from C Country had gotten so excited that he was visibly trembling with a gaping mouth, all the while his daughter Serina was laughing herself silly.
Meanwhile, Di Mingzhe quietly sized up Di Mingjue, thinking how remarkably on-point his younger brother was. He hadn’t given him any hints yet his brother knew exactly how to handle the situation.
Di Mingjue shot him an icy glance, as if to say, "I’m well aware of your tricks without needing to be told!"
The ambassador from C Country was on a winning streak, over the moon with joy. But the Di brothers, even though they were on a losing streak, were keeping their cool.
Suddenly, the usually reticent Di Mingjue spoke up. Casually picking up a tile, he asked, "So, how does one cheer up a woman?"
Caught off guard, Di Mingchen nearly dropped his tiles on the table, "Who are you trying to cheer up? Gu Qibao?"
"Enough of your nonsense," Di Mingjue looked at him coldly, "Just answer the question. It’s none of your business who the person is."
Di Mingchen: "...."
You’re crazy!
Communicating with you is utterly vexing. Gu Qibao, you poor soul!